'Oh yes, I want to, Arlene,' she said. She hooked her own hand into the thin waistband of the other's nylon panties, easing them down over her hips, just as Arlene had done to her before. In a moment the two women were stripped completely naked, and the older one was easing the minister's wife onto the couch on which they had been sitting, until her body was stretched out upon it.
Lying there, Julie closed her eyes again, and felt Arlene's body rubbing against her as she held her tight. The dean's wife clasped her curling thighs around Julie, while she moved slowly down on her until her own dark curly patch of pubic hair mingled with the sparse golden strands of the other.
A little perverted thrill rippled through her slim, quivering body, and then it was followed by a feeling of revulsion as she realized that Arlene was caressing her buttocks, ever so gently, and yet with determined effort. She parted the two soft mounds then, and as Julie gasped with an odd delight, teased a fingertip into the tiny puckered mouth of her tight little anus.
She moaned uncontrollably, then lay motionless on the sofa as Arlene trailed her moist lips down the length of her body, moving her head sideways to reach the trembling white flesh of her thighs. She began to kiss the tender skin there, while Julie quivered again under the maddening assault. She moaned again, while a strange wonderful excitement rippled through her.
Then her legs fell open, splaying out to hang limply over the edge of the couch. She lay still again, her whole body keyed to a tense, quivering excitement, and then she began to writhe as Arlene's lips wandered to the golden triangle up between her thighs that now tingled with a rising involuntary passion. It was sinful, wicked, and shameful… the minister's wife knew that well… and yet she was powerless to fend it off.
She groaned at the soft, moist laving of her own fleshy cunt lips, the gentle teasing motion as Arlene ran her tongue along the soft hair-lined slit of her pussy. Mother of God, but it was wonderful, she thought, and she lay back, welcoming the lewd wet tongue that parted her cuntal lips, then licked hotly at the moist orifice within it. Another thrill coursed over her body as the woman's tongue found the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris, and teased it into a quivering erection. 'Ummmmmm… oh… uuummmmmm!!!' the minister's wife groaned as the other woman's wet tongue lewdly parted her moist cuntal lips then licked hotly at her tiny hotly throbbing clitoris!
Her memory traveled back to her husband, and the horrible scene she had had when he almost raped her. She remembered how nothing it was when they made love. She had never had anything to compare with this… this ecstasy… Arlene had been right; it took another woman to understand a woman's body, to understand her needs and desires. No man could. And certainly not the Reverend Bradley Corman. For all the years they had been married, he had been incapable of arousing her body as she knew now it was capable of being aroused.
The horrendous thought flashed through her mind that there was something wrong with her. She was a pervert, perhaps. A lesbian! And the dean's wife must certainly be one… She was the one who had first stroked Julie's breasts, first made these lewd, unnatural advances to the unsuspecting other woman.
She tried to logically reason, her drink befuddled brain seizing on one fact after another, putting them together. She went over as analytically as she could in her emotionally charged state, the events leading up to this perverted assault upon her flesh. It couldn't be wrong, she finally decided. Something as wonderful as this could never be a sin, could it?
CHAPTER SIX
Reverend Corman looked around the school chapel. There were only three students present for the evening prayers. He sighed and wondered what was going to happen to the youth of America. They just didn't seem to believe in religion anymore. Oh, well, he thought, it's just as important to conduct prayers for three souls as it is for three hundred so I'm going to get on with it.
The minister led the half hour service and then left the small school chapel and went into his little office next door. He idly wondered what Dean Lowell wanted with him. Maybe it was something to do with the investigation he had requested… well, anyway, he'd better get up to the dean's office and get it over with. He switched off the light and took the staircase to Lowell's office.
'Come right in, Reverend,' Lowell called from the inner sanctum of his office.
'You wanted to see me?' Brad asked feeling strange in the dean's presence. He had the distinct impression that the older man did not like him. In fact, from the way Lowell treated him it seemed apparent that he actually hated the school chaplain.
'Yes, Reverend, I've been thinking over your report about the anonymous phone call and I think you're right. We should make some kind of an investigation. In fact, I'm going to suggest that we go over there tonight and have dinner and check the place out.'
Reverend Corman was taken aback. Well, this was more like it. At least the dean was going to follow through. 'Fine, sir, that way we'll know one or another what's going on.'
'Well, then, let's go… I'm anxious to get this over with!'
The two men drove along in silence in Lowell's Mercedes until they came to a well illuminated beautifully restored Victorian home with a large iron gate outside. 'Here we are, Reverend,' the dean said with a slight smirk playing around his lips.
Little doubts began to assail the minister, doubts he had been suppressing until now. Why had Lowell changed his mind? Why was he being so agreeable all of a sudden? When Brad had discussed the matter with him before he had been absolutely vehement about pursuing any kind of probe into the alleged orgies. He tried to put them out of his mind.
Lowell parked the car along the circular drive and as he walked up the front steps he noticed the minister trying to catch a glimpse of the Volkswagen parked over near the trees.
I must be going mad, Brad thought. I saw a green VW and automatically assumed that it was Julie's. His brain was going soft to think that his wife was up here. He turned on his heel and followed Lowell. The door opened and a man called Jud opened the door.
He followed the two men into the house and down a long corridor. The two men began to speak briefly together and Brad edged near to them, his ears perked up, hoping to eavesdrop. But Lowell was merely inquiring about drinks and ordering dinner for later. A strange premonition that this was going to be a frightening evening swept over the astute young minister.
Nevertheless, he went on down the long hall, still following the two men, and into a small, dark room. It must have been a study at one time and now it was just a small sitting room. The Dean waved him to a chair and sat down himself. He ordered drinks and after Jud had brought the scotch, Lowell leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, 'Looks like your mysterious source might have been right… Jud says there's going to be a show here tonight.'
'What kind of a show?' the minister inquired. 'School girls?'
'I don't think so. Maybe that's the second one. I'm not at all clear about this.'
'Well, now we're getting somewhere. Do you think we should notify the police?'
The dean turned and gave the minister a strange little smile. 'I don't think you'll want to do that… at least until you have a chance to see the show.' He walked across to a small panel near the light switch and pushed in a button.
'Hey,' Bradley said. 'You can see right through into the other room. I've never seen one of those two-way mirrors before. Have you?'
The Dean ignored the question. 'Look at that!'
Two figures seemed to swim into view and then as the lights ceased their flickering, and the bodies stopped shimmying around, and settled down; growing larger and clearer, in just the opposite way from that in which a television image fades away into nothingness. Brad leaned forward, staring at the window-like mirror. 'The saints preserve us,' he exclaimed, suddenly, sucking in his breath. 'It's two women!'
He turned to look at Lowell, who nodded to him, showing not the faintest sign of surprise. Why? Had he been here before? Had he seen this sort of thing? But it was evil, sinful, the sort of thing people read about perhaps but did not indulge in. For a man of God, Brad had always considered himself very liberal and broad- minded in his approach to life but there were limits to what he would accept… lesbianism was not one of the things on his list!
